Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rosse. He onely liu'd but till he was a man,
Rosse. The which no sooner had his Prowesse confirm'd
Rosse. In the vnshrinking station where he fought,
Rosse. But like a man he dy'de.
Sey. Sey.
Sey. Then he is dead?
Rosse. Rosse.
Rosse. I, and brought off the field: your cause of sorrow
Rosse. Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then
Rosse. It hath no end.
Sey. Had he his hurts before?
Rosse. I, on the Front.
Sey. Why then, Gods Soldier be he:
Sey. Had I as many Sonnes, as I haue haires,
Sey. I would not wish them to a fairer death:
Sey. And so his Knell is knoll'd.
Mal. Mal.